Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song "I Was Born on a Pirate Ship! " (Holdyourtongue), artist - Dillinger Four. Album song Situationist Comedy, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 03.06.2002
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
"I Was Born on a Pirate Ship! " (Holdyourtongue) |
Is it right, left, right? |
I forgot how it goes again |
There goes my head again |
Drowning all its discipline |
I could stand and stare you down |
If I got off the ground |
Set me up one more |
I’m tired of keeping track |
I’m on a mission now |
Keep the monkey on my back |
Chase it with another one |
This has only just begun |
Hold me down, break my wings |
Wouldn’t change a fucking thing |
Sort of like feeling like you won |
Then someone says you lose |
Your bonds only break |
When it’s what you choose |
Like staring at the sun |
You can only go so long |
But damned if you haven’t tried it anyway |
Gone again, leave me for now |
Gonna get worse |
Let the morning sort it out |
Did I burn too bright? |
Did I step out of line again? |
There goes your mouth again |
Moving but I’m not hearing |
Anything that’s coming out |
I don’t care what you’re about |
Think I’ll have another drop |
Drown the world before I pop |
Sort of like feeling like you won |
Then someone says you lose |
Your bonds only break |
When it’s what you choose |
Like staring at the sun |
You can only go so long |
But damned if you haven’t tried it anyway |
Gone again, leave me for now |
Gonna get worse |
Gonna get worse |
Gonna get. |
.. |
Spinning in circles |
Don’t know forward from back |
Barreling down |
Like a train off the track |
I will piss on your parade |
Crush your crusade |
It’s not over 'till the last shot’s gone |
.. . |
'Till the last shot’s gone |
Sort of like feeling like you won |
Then someone says you lose |
Your bonds only break |
When it’s what you choose |
Like staring at the sun |
You can only go so long |
But damned if you haven’t tried it anyway |
Gone again, leave me for now |
It’s gonna get worse |
Let the morning sort it out |